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SABBATH-SCHOOL HYMNAL

A KolleGtion of Hymns and Tunes

FOR USE IN

SABBATH-SCHOOLS AND SOCIAL MEETINGS

PREPARED BY THE

Rev. JOHN W. DULLES, D.D.

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ME. THEODORE F. SEWARD

PHILADELPHIA PRESBYTERIAN BOARD OF PUBLICATION

1334 CHESTNUT STREET

INTRODUCTION.

In response to a pressing demand, as well as to the recommendations of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church, the Westminster Sabbath- School Hymnal is now published by the Presbyterian Board of Publication. It aims to give, as to both hymns and tunes, (1) what our young people can sing ; (2) what they will sing ; and (3) what they ought to sing. A carefully- made selection from the standard hymns of the Church gives permanent value to the book. Among these invaluable gems of sacred song, preference has been given to those most w^orthy of being stored in the memory, those most readily grasped by the young and best adapted to hearty singing. Besides these indispensable hymns of the Church, there is given a liberal selection, from the many books published for use in " gospel-meetings " and in the Sabbath-school, of hymns and tunes deservedly favorites. Original pieces of merit, with others from the best modern ecclesiastical music of England and the Continent, complete the collection. It is believed that thus a vol- ume has been prepared sound in its composition, whilst highly attractive and available for the service of song in the Sabbath-school, and also fitted for use in the chapel and in prayer-meeting. To pack as much as possible into the book without unduly increasing its size and cost, hymns are given without the music where the familiar tunes to which they are ordinarily sung are pretty sure to be within easy reach.

The long experience, the good taste and skill, with the Christian sympathy in the work, of the musical editor, Mr. Theodore F. Seward, assure us of excellence in that department of our Westminster Sabbath-School Hymnal, which is offered to the public with the belief that it will be found truly serviceable, ministering gladness in God's praise and spiritual prof- iting to those by whom it shall be used. May the blessing of God rest upon all whose devotions it shall guide!

Copyright, 1883, by the Trustees of the Presbyterian Board of Publication.

All Rights Reserved.

Electrotyped by Westcott & Thomson, Philadelphia.

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Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son:

The praises of Jesus the angels pro- claim,

Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.

4 Then let us adore and give him his

right, All glory and power, and wisdom and

might, All honor and blessing, with angels

above, And thanks never ceasing, and infinite

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3 Thou didst accept their praises ; Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King! Eef. — Glory and praise and honor

To thee, Eedeemer, King ! etc.

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No Other Name.

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4 And when I reach thy dear abode, And all its joys are mine, No other name shall be my song- No other name but thine. — Cho.

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Praise to Thee.

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Joyfully on earth adore him. Till in heaven our song we raise ;

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3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be sing- ing; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Final Cho. — Shout the glad, etc.

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1 All hail the jiower of Jesus' name !

Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem And crown him Lord of all !

2 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall, Go spread your trophies at his feet. And crown him Lord of all !

3 Let every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball. To him all majesty ascribe. And crown him Lord of all !

4 Oh that, with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall ! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all !

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1 Around the Saviour's lofty throne,

Ten thousand times ten thousand sing; They worship him as God alone. And crown him — everlasting King,

2 Approach, ye saints ! this God is yours ;

'Tis Jesus fills the throne above :

Ye cannot want while God endures ;

•Ye cannot fail while God is love.

3 Jesus, thou everlasting King !

To thee the praise of heaven belongs ; Yet .smile on us, who fain would bring The tribute of our humble songs.

4 Though sin defile our worship here,

We hope ere long thy face to view ; And when our souls in heaven appear, We'll praise thy name as angels do. Thomas Kelly.

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Worthy the Lamb.

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Are thy mercies here, True and everlasting

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Circle round thy throne. — Cho.

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Endless life in him possessing, Let us praise his precious name ;

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To God be the Glory.

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EXALTATION

1 Hark ! teu thousaud harps and voices

Sound the note of praise above ; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;

Jesus reigns, the God of love : See, he sits on yonder throne ; Jesus rules the world alone. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen.

2 King of glory ! reign for ever ;

Thine an everlasting crown ; Nothing, from thy love, shall sever

Those whom thou hast made thine own; Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face.

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Heaven and earth shall pass away ; Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, " Glory, glory to our King !"

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1 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,

Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name Whose favoi"s are divine.

2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,

Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in uuthankfulness, And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,

'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransomed from the grave ; He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save.

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Oh, what joy and happiness! Love I much? I've much forgiven;

I'm a miracle of grace.

2 Once with Adam's race in ruin,

Unconcerned in sin, I lay ; Swift destruction still pursuing,

Till my Saviour passed by : Witness, all ye host of heaven !

My Eedeemer's tenderness ; Love I much ? I've much forgiven ;

I'm a miracle of grace.

3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir !

Praise the Lamb enthroned above ; Whilst, astonished, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love; That blest moment I received him

Filled my soul with joy and peace; Love I much? I've much forgiven;

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Confirmed hy his power, you stood.

2 Ye saints who stand nearer than they,

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When I shall unite in your song ? I'm weary of lingering here.

And I to your Saviour belong ; I want, oh, I want to be there.

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu. Your joy and your friendship to share.

To wonder and worship with you.

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3 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,

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My God, my joy, my light.

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And freely pardon gives ; I love because he loveth me, I live because he lives.

5 My life with him is hid.

My death has passed away. My clouds have melted into light. My midnight into day.

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4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns, The prisoner leaps to loose his chains, The weary find eternal rest.

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1 On, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth,

Which in my Saviour shine, I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings. And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,

In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt

Of sin and wrath divine ; I'd sing his glorious righteousness. In which all-perfect, glorious dress

My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears.

Exalted on his throne ; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.

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LoED of the vast creation,

Support of worlds unknown, Desire of every nation.

Behold us at thy throne ; We come for mercy crying

Through thine atoning blood. And, on thy grace relying,

We seek each promised good.

Oh, when shall thy salvation Be known through every land.

And men, in every station, Obey thy great command ?

In God's own Son believing, From sin may they be free.

And, gospel-grace receiving. Find life and peace in thee.

John Balmer.

Around the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand.

Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band,

Eefkain. — Singing glory, glory.

Glory be to God on high.

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See every one arrayed. Dwelling in everlasting light, And joys that never fade.

3 What brought them to that world above,

That heaven so bright and fair. Where all is peace and joy and love — How came those children there ?

4 Because the Saviour shed his blood

To wash away their sin : Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean.

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's

grace. On earth they loved his name ; So now they see his blessed face. And stand before the Lamb.

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1 My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.

2 High as the heavens are raised

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Spirit of power !

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Love and adore.

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1 This is the day the Lord hath made.

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2 To-day he rose and left the dead,

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4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men

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5 Hosanna in the highest strains The Church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens in which he reigns Shall give him nobler praise.

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"Worthy the Lamb!"

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3 Sweetly echo the gospel call, Wonderful words of life ;

Offer pardon and peace to all. Wonderful w'ords of life.

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I Could not Do without Thee.

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And whisper, " It is I." — Eef.

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ARLINGTON. C. M.

1 Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause Or blush to speak his name ?

2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize. And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face ?

Must I not stem the flood ? Is this dark world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ;

Increase my courage, Lord ! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.

Isaac Watts.

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ARLINGTON. C. M.

1 Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!

'Tis pleasure to our ears — A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay ; But we arise, by grace divine. To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation ! Let the echo fly

The spacious earth around.

While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.

Isaaa Watts.

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SILVER STREET. S. M.

1 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to mine ear ; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way

To save rebellious man. And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my wandering feet

To tread the heavenly road, And new supplies each hour I meet While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown

Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise.

Ph. Doddridge.

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1 From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat :

'Tis found beneath the mercy -seat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads — A place than all beside more sweet : It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with

friend ; Though sundered far, by faith they

meet Around one common mercy-seat.

Hugh Stou-ell.

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2 Lord, I confess to thee,

Sadlj-, my sin ; All I am tell I thee,

All I have been. Purge thou my sin away. Wash thou my soul this day ;

Lord, make me clean.

3 Faithful and just art thou,

Forgiving all ; Loving and kind art thou

When jioor ones call. Lord, let the cleansing blood- Blood of the Lamb of God —

Pass o'er my soul.

More love to thee, O Christ,

More love to thee ! Hear thou the prayer I make

On banded knee.

This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee !

2 Once earthly joy I craved,

Sought peace and rest ; Now thee alone I seek :

Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to thee,

More love to thee !

3 Let sorrow do its work.

Send grief and pain : Sweet are thy messengers.

Sweet their refrain When they can sing, with me, More love, O Christ to thee.

More love to thee !

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Friends and time and earthly store; Soul and body thine to be — Wholly thiue — for evermore. — Eef.

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4 Jesus comes ! he fills my soul ! Perfected in love I am ; I am every whit made whole; Glory, glory to the Lamb.— Eef.

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1 Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross

That laiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to tliee.

2 Though like the wanderer,

The sun gone down, Darkness be over me,

Mj' rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee.

3 There let the way appear,

Steps unto heaven ; All that thou sendest me In mercy given ; 4

Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee !

4 Then, with my waking thoughts

Bright with thy praise. Out of my stony griefs

Bethel I'll raise ; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee !

5 Or if, on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky. Sun, moon and stars forgot,

Upward I fly. Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to thee.

Nearer to thee.

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3 Green pastures are before me

Which yet I have not seen ; Bright skies will soon be o'er me

Where darkest clouds have been ; My hope I cannot measure,

My path to life is free ; My Saviour has my treasure,

And he will walk with me.

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Heaven and earth his praises slug : Oh, receive whom God appointed

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' Glory be to God most high ! ' " Let us learn the wondrous story

Of our great Redeemer's birth ; Sjjread the brightness of his glory

Till it cover all the earth. Amen.

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4 Wonderful night ! wonderful night I Sweet be thy rest to the weary, Making the dull heart and dreary Laugh in a dream of delight.

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" Glory to God in the height !" Wonderful, wonderful night !

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The tribute of our words ? No ! While our hearts are tender

They too shall be the Lord's.

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1 When shall the voice of singing

Flow joyfully along, When hill and valley, ringing

With one triumphant song, Proclaim the contest ended,

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The sacred shout shall fly. And shady vales and fountains

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The Sweet Story of Old.

J. Luke.

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ANTIOCH. C. M.

1 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come !

Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room. And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns !

Let men their songs employ, While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.

3 Xo more let sin and sorrow grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove Th(^ glories of his righteousness And wonders of his love.

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1 The people that in darkness sat

A glorious Light have seen ; The Light has shined on them who long In shades of death have been.

2 To us a Child of hope is born,

To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven.

3 His name shall be the Prince of peace

For evermore adored. The Wonderful, the Counselor, The great and mighty Lord.

4 His power increasing still shall spread,

His reign no end shall know ; Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below.

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'Tis I deserve thy place ; Look on me with thy favor,

Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3 The joy can ne'er be .spoken,

Above all joys beside, When in thy body broken

I thus with safety hide. My Lord of life, desiring

Thy glory now to see. Beside thy cross expiring,

I'd breathe my soul to thee.

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1 I L.\.Y my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains

White in his blood most precious Till not a stain remains.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus :

All fullness dwells in him ; He healeth my diseases,

He doth my soul redeem. I lay my guilt on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases,

He all my sorrows shares.

3 I long to be like Jesus,

Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus,

The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus,

Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints his praises,

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1 Haek ! the voice of love and mercy

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"It is finished!" Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 " It is finished !" Oh what pleasure

Do these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings without measure Flow to us through Christ the Lord.

" It is finished !" Saints, the dying words record.

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ;

Join to sing the pleasing theme ; All in earth and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name.

Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb !

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1 In the cross of Christ I glory.

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me : Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the cross are sanctified ; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.

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ROCKINGHAM. L. M.

1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my

God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See ! from his head, his hands, his feet.

Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet. Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all. Isaac Watts. 63

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The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on th' accursed tree. And hopes her guilt was thei-e.

5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice, And sing his blee<liug love.

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1 Enthroned on high, almighty Lord, The Holy Ghost send down ;

Fulfill in us thy faithful word, And all thy mercies crown.

2 Though on our heads no tongues of fire Their wondrous powers impart

Grant, Saviour, what we more desire — Thy Spirit in our heart.

3 Sjiirit of life and light and love. Thy heavenly influence give ;

Quicken our souls, born from above, In Christ that we might live.

4 To our benighted minds reveal The glories of his grace,

And bring us where no clouds conceal The briglitness of his face.

5 His love within us shed abroad — Life's ever-springing well —

Till God in us and we in God In love eternal dwell.

Thomas Haweis.

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Teach me to walk in thy w'ay ; Tenderly shelter and keep me;

Be thou my help and my stay.

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The Gospel Call.

Arthur T. Pierson, D. D.

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1. The Spir - it and the Bride say, " Come And take the water of life!"

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4 Yea, whosoever will may come : Your longings Christ can fill ;

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To you and me, And whosoever will. — Eef.

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Stephen the Sabaite. Tr. by J. M. Neale.

Art thou Weary.

H. W. Baker.

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5 If I still hold closely to him,

What hath he at last ? " Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan past."

6 If I ask him to receive me.

Will he say me nay ? " Not till earth and not till heaven Pass away."

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Come, Come to Jesus!

Rev. Geo. B. Peck.

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5 Come, come to Jesus ! He waits to shelter thee, O weary ! blessedly

Come, come to Jesus !

6 Come, come to Jesus ! He waits to carry thee, O lamb ! so lovingly ;

Come, come to Jesus !

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In Christ confide.

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Only Trust Him.

Rev. J. H. Stockton.

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Give your Heart to Jesus.

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He can cleanse and make it new, Give your heart to Jesus.

Wait not till another day :

Worse it grows while you delay;

Then the tender call obey : Give your heart to Jesus.

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The Wondrous Stranger.

J. H. KURZENKNABE.

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1. Call - ing, call-ing! Who is calling me? Wait-ing, wait-ing,

2. Lis - teu! lis - ten! "Peace be uu - lo tiiee !" Par - don, par - don

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To my Saviour be ! — Eef.

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To-day the Saviour calls : Ye wanderers, come ;

Oh, ye benighted souls, Why longer roam ?

To-day the Saviour calls: Oh, hear him now;

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Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow.

3 To-day the Saviour calls :

For refuge fly ; The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh.

4 The Spirit calls to-day:

Yield to his power ; Oh, grieve him not away ; 'Tis mercy's hour.

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Come, Sinner, Come.

Mrs. F. J. Van Alstyne.

B. C. Unseld.

1. Come, sin - ner, come ! Oh, why, why de-lay? Hear thy Sa-viour calling,

2. Come, sin - ner, come ! Oh, grieve not thy Lord ; Still he gently calls thee :

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God is love. His blood has washed our sins away. His Spirit turned our night to day ; And now we can rejoice to say

That God is love.

3 How happy is our portion here !

God is love ; His promises our spirits cheer;

God is love. He is our sun and shield by day — Our help, our hope, our strength and He will be with us all the way : [stay;

Our God is love.

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Love Divine.

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Let us find thy promised rest. Come, Almighty to deliver;

Let us all thy grace receive ! Suddenly return, and never.

Nevermore thy temples leave.

3 Finish, then, thy new creation :

Pure and spotless may we be ; Let us see our whole salvation

Perfectly secured by thee, Changed from glory into glory

Till in heaven we take our place — Till we cast our crowns before thee,

Lost in wonder, love and praise.

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Come, Shout Aloud.

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Delight my listening ear. I Whence all those comforts flow. 6 SI

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Thou art my Shepherd.

M. E. Thalheimek.

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1 Lord, do not leave me ! I'm but an erring child, Weak, poor and sin-defiled,

Afraid, alone ; But thou art strong and wise ; Ko ill can thee surprise; Beneath thy loving eyes Danger is none.

2 If thou wilt guide me. Gladly I'll go with thee : No harm can come to me,

Holding thy hand; And soon my weary feet, Safe in the golden street. Where all who love thee meet, Eedeemed shall stand.

M. E. Thalheimer.

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JUST NOW.

1 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus,

Come to Jesus just now ; Just now come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now.

2 He will save you, etc.

3 He is able, etc.

4 He is willing, etc.

5 He is waiting, etc.

6 He will hear you, etc.

7 He will cleanse you, etc.

8 He'll renew you, etc.

9 He'll forgive you, etc.

10 If you trust him, etc.

11 He will save you, etc.

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Jesus' Arm Sustains Thee.

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Onward Now ! — Concluded.

2 Onward now ! be valiant, brave and daring ; Onward now, the Cliristian armor

wearing ; Onward now ! the royal standard bearing. Let our songs in happy concert rise.

Eef. — Praise our God, who reigneth evermore ; Praise our God : his blessed name

adore. Onward now! his mighty love proclaiming. Sweetly join the chorus of the skies.

Onward now ! our King has gone be- fore us :

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Onward now ! his loving care is o'er us •,( In his hand behold the heavenly prize. — Rkf.

Onward now! be firm and faithful ever;

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Looking home, beyond the silent riv- er— Looking home, where pleasure never dies. — Eef.

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2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; By and by the harvest, and, the labor ended, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.^ — Eef.

3 Go, then, ever weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome : We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. — Eef.

114

Bright Dawns the Day.

Rev. a. Taylor.

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1. March on, child of God, heart firm and light ; God's love will com-fort thee

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Mansions are waiting thee : nevermore despond.

Here all thy burdens bear, there lay them down ;

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2 Press forward and fear not ! Though

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Fear Not!

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Press Toward the Mark.

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125

Each Day to Live for Jesus.

Maky C. Seward.

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126

Who hath Sorrow?

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Your strength shall renew. To him your petition

Send up day by day ; God giveth the victory :

Watch then while you pray. — Eep. From " Temperance Jeicds," by per.

CHRISTMAS. C. M

1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve,

Aud press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey ;

Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice

That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.

4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,

Have I my race begun, And, crowned with victory, at thy feet I'll lay my laurels down.

Ph. Doddridge.

1 My soul, be on thy guard;

Ten thousand foes arise ; And hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch and fight and pray !

The battle ne'er give o'er ; Eenew it boldly every day. And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the victory won,

Nor lay thine armor down ; Thine arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God ; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode.

G. Heath.

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2 Go, labor on ; 'tis not for naught :

"Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain. Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises : what are men ?

3 Go, labor on, enough, while here,

If he shall praise thee — if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer; No toil for him shall be in vain.

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice:

For toil comes rest; for exile, home. Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice. The midnight peal: "Behold, I come!"

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1 He that goeth forth with weeping.

Bearing precious seed in love. Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above.

2 Soft descend the dews of heaven.

Bright the rays celestial shine ; Precious fruits will thus be given Through an influence all divine.

3 Sow thy seed ; be never weary ;

Let no fears thy soul annoy ; Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.

4 Lo ! the scene of verdure brightening,

See the rising grain appear. Look again : the fields are whitening, For the harvest-time is near.

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2 We are traveling home to God In the way our fathers trod ; They are laappy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see.

3 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand On the borders of our land ; Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, Bids us undismayed go on.

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3 Brothers, come! the hosts are forming; Sisters, join the proud array ; Bright the hills with tints of morning, Dawning of a better day. Eef. — Hear the bells, etc.

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134: WORK-SONG. 7s, 6s&5,

1 Work, for the night is coming :

Work through the morning hours ; Work while the dew is sparkling;

Work 'mid springing flowers ; Work when the day grows brighter ;

Work in the glowing sun ; Work, for the night is coming,

When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming :

Work through the sunny noon ; Fill brightest hours with labor:

Eest comes sure and soon ; Give every flying minute

Something to keep in store ; Work, for the night is coming,

When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming Under the sunset skies ; While their bright tints are glowing,

Work, for daylight flies ; Work till the last beam fadeth —

Fadeth to shine no more ; Work while the night is darkening, When man's work is o'er.

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VIGIL. S. M.

1 Ye servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait, Observant of his heavenly word, And watchful at his gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright.

And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins as in his sight, For awful is his name.

3 Watch ! 'tis your Lord's command ;

And while we speak he's near : Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all api^ear.

4 Oh, happy servant he,

In such a posture found ; He shall his Lord with rapture see. And be with honor crowned.

Ph. Doddridge.

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1 The Lord my Shepherd is :

I shall be well supplied ; Since he is mine and I am his, What can I want beside ?

2 He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass. And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name.

4 While he aflbrds his aid

I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.

5 Amid surrounding foes

Thou dost my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove. Nor cease to speak thy praise.

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2 To serve the present age,

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3 Arm me with jealous care,

As in thy sight to live ; And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray.

And on thyself rely. Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die.

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He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey him,

By him the birds arc fed ; Much more to us, his children,

He gives our daily bread.

3 We thank thee, then, O Father,

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4 Haste on your work of mercy :

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Go ! Leave the rest to God. — Eef.

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1 Fbom Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand. Where Afric's sunny fountains

Eoll down their golden sand. From many an ancient river.

From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases.

And only man is vile? In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high — Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! oh, salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name.

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1 The morning light is breaking ;

The darkness disappears ; The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears. Each breeze that sweeps the ocean

Brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion.

Prepared for Zion's war. See heathen nations bending

Before the God we love. And thousand hearts ascending

In gratitude above. While sinners, now confessing.

The gospel-call obey, And seek the Saviour's blessing,

A nation in a day. Blest river of salvation.

Pursue thine onward way ; Flow thou to every nation.

Nor in thy richness stay — Stay not till all the lowly

Triumphant reach their home ; Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim, " The Lord is come !"

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Freely, freely, freely. Come to the water of life that flows, Freely to all that love him. Eef. — The Spirit, etc.

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5 If on his mercy we rely.

What will his words be when we die? Refrain. — Suffer, etc.

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And the kingdoms Of the earth to thee belong.

LEBANON. S. M. D,

OLIVET. 6S & 4S.

1 I WAS a wandering sheep ;

I did not love the fold ; I did not love my Shepherd's voice ;

I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child ;

I did not love my home; I did not love my Father's voice ;

I loved afar to roam.

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep,

The Father sought his child ; He followed me o'er vale and hill,

O'er deserts waste and wild. He found me nigli to death.

Famished and faint and lone ; He bound me with the bands of love,

He saved the wandering one.

3 Jesus my Shepherd is ;

'Twas he that loved my soul, 'Twas he that washed me in his blood,

'Twas he that made me whole ; 'Twas he that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep ; 'Twas he that brought me to the fold,

'Tis he that still doth keep.

4 No more a wandering sheep,

I love to be controlled ; I love my tender Sheiiherd's voice ;

I love the peaceful fold. No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam ; I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love his home.

H. Bonar.

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My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray : Take all my guilt away ; Oh, let me from this day

Ee wholly thine.

May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart,

My zeal inspire ; As thou hast died for me. Oil, may my love to thee Pure, warm and changeless be,

A living fire.

While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread,

Be thou my Guide ; Bid darkness turn to day. Wipe sorrow's tears away. Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream. When death's cold, sullen stream

Shall o'er me roil, Blest Saviour, then in love Fear and distrust remove ; Oh, bear me safe above,

A ransomed soul.

Ray Palmer,

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3 Now I bend before thy throne, All my guilt and folly own ; Yet with earnest heart I plead Comfort, pardon in my need ; This my plea, and naught beside ; Gentle Jesus, thou hast died.

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Father, be thou nigh.

4 We will never doubt thee,

Though thou veil thy light : Life is dark without thee ;

Death with thee is bright. Light of light, shine o'er us

On our pilgrim way ; Go thou still before us

To the endless day.

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MAETYN. 7s. D.

1 Jesus, Lover of my soul.

Let me to thy bosom fly While the billows near me roll,

While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide.

Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide,

Oh receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none :

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;

Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.

All my trust on thee is stayed. All my help from thee I bring ;

Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want ;

More than all in thee I find ; Eaise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am.

Thou art full of truth and grace. Chas. Wesley,

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4 Thus may I rejoice to show Tliat I feel the love I owe ; Singing, till thy face I see. Of his love who first loved me.

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2 Thou my one thing needful be : Let me ever cleave to thee ; Let me choose the better part : Let me give thee all my heart.

3 Whom have I on earth below ? Thee, and only thee, I know ; Whom have I in heaven but thee? Thou art all in all to me.

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2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart.

From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee.

3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine

My life and death attend ; [shine, Thy presence through my journey And crown my journey's end."

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All my hopes are fixed on thee. Kef. — Enter in, etc.

y V '1/ 3 Oh, hide my life in thine, Let me seek but thy will. All self to sacrifice,

And thy law of love fulfill. Eef. — Enter in, etc.

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HAYDX. S. M.

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1 Blest Comforter divine,

Let rays of heavenly love Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And guide our souls above.

2 Draw with thy " still small voice "

From every sinful way. And bid the mourning saint rejoice Though earthly joys decay.

3 By thine inspiring breath

Make every cloud of care, And e'en the gloomy vale of death, A smile of glory wear.

1 Gracious Spirit, Love divine, Let thy light within me shine; All my guilty fears remove : Fill me with thy heavenly love.

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me : Set the burdened sinner free ; Lead me to the Lamb of God ; Wash me in his precious blood.

3 Life and peace to me impart ; Seal salvation on my heart ; Bi-eathe thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest.

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164: SHEPHERD. 8s, 7s & 4.

1 Saviour, like a shepherd lead lis:

Much we need thy tenderest care ; In thy pleasant pastures feed us, For our use thy folds prepare.

Blessed Jesus, Thou hast bought us ; thine we are.

2 We are thine: do thou befriend us;

Be the guardian of our way; Keep thy flock ; from sin defend us; Seek us when we go astray.

Blessed Jesus, Hear, oh hear us, when we pray.

3 Thou hast promised to receive us,

Poor and sinful though m'c be ; Thou hast mercy to relieve us,

Grace to cleanse and power to free.

Blessed Jesus, We will early turn to thee.

4 Early let us seek thy favor,

Early let us do thy will ; Blessed Lord and only Saviour, With thy love our bosoms fill.

Blessed Jesus, Thou hast loved us, love us still.

Dorothy A. Thrupp.

loo MAITLAND. C. M.

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1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone

And all the world go free ? No ! There's a cross for every one. And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above

Who once went sorrowing here ! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear.

3 The consecrated cross I'll bear

Till death shall set me free. And then go home my crown to wear ; For there's a crown for me.

G. N. Allen.

166 SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER.

1 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of

prayer. That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes-known. In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief. And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of

prayer. Thy wings shall my petition bear To Him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless ; And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care. And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. W. W. Watford.

167 NEWBOLD. C. M.

1 Father of mercies, in thy word

What endless glory shines ! For ever be thy name adored For these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want

Exhaustless riches find — Eiches above what earth can grant. And lasting as the mind.

3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around. And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound.

4 Oh, may these heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight. And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light.

5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,

Be thou for ever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred word And view my Saviour there.

Anna Steele.

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Holy Father, Hear my Cry.

H. BONAR.

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4 Father, Son and Spirit — thou One Jehovah — shed abroad All thy grace within me now; Be my Father and my God.

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WHAT A FKIEND. 8s, 7s. D.

1 What a Friend we have in Jesus,

All our sins and griefs to bear ! What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer ! Oh, what peace we often forfeit,

Oh, what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry

Everything to God in prayer !

2 Have we trials and temptations?

Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged —

Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful,

Who will all our sorrows share ? Jesus knows our every weakness :

Take it to the Lord in prayer.

3 Are we weak and heavy laden.

Cumbered with a load of care?

Precious Saviour, still our refuge!

Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Do thy friends despise, forsake thee : Take it to the Lord in prayer ;

In his arms he'll take and shield thee ; Thou wilt find a solace there.

H. Bonar.

170

DENNIS. S. M.

1 How gentle God's commands !

How kind his precepts are ! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care.

2 Beneath his watchful eye

His saints securely dwell ; That hand which bears all Nature up Shall guard his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind ? Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved.

Unchanged from day to day ; I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.

P. Doddridge.

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" May Jesus Christ be praised !'

4 Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine :

"May Jesus Christ be praised!" Be this th' eternal song Through all the ages on :

"May Jesus Christ be praised!"

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1 O Thou that hearest prayer,

Attend our humble cry. And let thy servants share

Thy blessings from on high. We plead the promise of thy word ; Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord.

2 If earthly parents hear

Their children when they cry — If they, with love sincere, Their varied wants supply —

Much more wilt thou thy love display, And answer when thy children pray.

3 Our heavenly Father, thou ;

We, children of thy grace ; Oh, let thy Spirit now

Descend and fill the place ; So shall we feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise thy name.

4 Oh, send thy Spirit down

On all the nations. Lord, With great success to crown

The preaching of thy word. Till heathen lands shall own thy sway And cast their idol-gods away.

J. Burton,

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Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease

And all be prayer and praise. His reign shall know no end,

And round his pierced feet Fair flowers of paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.

3 Crown him, the Lord of years,

The Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime. All bail. Redeemer, hail !

For thou hast died for me ; Thy praise shall never, never fail

Throughout eternity.

1 74 EVEN ME. 8S, 7S & 4.

1 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing

Thou art scattering full and free — Showers the thirsty land i-efreshiug ; Let some droppings fall on me.

Eef. — Even me, even me !

Let some droppings fall on me.

2 Pass me not, 0 gracious Father,

Sinful though my heai't may be ; Tliou raight'st pass me, but the rather Let thy mercv light on me. — Kef.

3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour !

Let me love and cling to thee ; I am longing for thy favov :

When thou comest call forme. — Eef.

4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit !

Thou canst make the blind to see ; Witnesser of Jesus' merit. Speak the word of power to me. — Ref.

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping.

Long been slighting, grieving thee ? Has the world my heart been keeping? Oh, forgive and rescue me. — Ref.

Mrs. E. Cudiiet.

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I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY. 7s & 6s.

1 I LOVE to tell the story

Of unseen things above — Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story,

Because I know 'tis true; It satisfies my longings

As nothing else can do. Eef. — I love to tell the story :

'Twill be my theme in glory — To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love.

2 I love to tell the story :

More wonderful it seems Than all the golden fancies

Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the story,

It did so much for me ; And that is just the reason

I tell it now to thee. — Eef.

3 I love to tell the story :

'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it,

More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story.

For some have never heard The message of salvation

From God's own holy word. — Eef.

4 I love to tell the story.

For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting

To hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory,

I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be the old, old story

That I have loved so long. — Eef. Catharine HanJcey.

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Tune. — I LOVE to tell the story. 1 I love to hear the story

Which angel-voices tell — How once the King of glory

Came down on earth to dwell.

I am both weak and sinful.

But this I surely know : The Lord came down to save me,

Because he loved me so.

I'm glad my blessed Saviour

Was once a child like me. To show how pure and holy

His little ones may be; And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below. He never will forget me.

Because he loves me so.

To sing his love and mercy

My sweetest songs I'll raise ; And, though I cannot see him,

I know he hears my praise ; For he has kindly promised

That even I may go To sing among his angels,

Because he loves me so.

Emily H. Miller.

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Let me hide myself in thee ;

Let the water and the blood

From thy wounded side which

flowed Be of sin the double cure : Save from wrath and make me pure.

Could my tears for ever flow, Could my zeal no languor know. These for sin could not atone : Thou must save, and thou alone. In my hand no price I bring: Simply to thy cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyes shall close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown. And behold thee on thy throne, Eock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee.

Aug. M. Toplady.

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Though 'tis hard for you To resist the evil

And the good to do. — Eef.

3 Jesus knows your weakness ;

He is good and kind : In his presence ever

Help and strength you'll find. Learn to lean upon him,

Learn to trust his name ; Then his love will keep you

From all guilt and shame.— Eef.

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1 Yes, for me, for me he careth

With a brother's tender care ; Yes, with me, with me he shareth Every burden, every fear.

2 Yes, for me he standeth pleading

At the mercy-seat above,

Ever for me intei-ceding, Constant in untiring love.

3 Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth

Joys unearthly, love and light ; And to cover me he spreadeth His paternal wing of might.

4 Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth —

I in him, and he in me ; And my empty soul he filleth Here and through eternity.

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HE LEADETH ME. L. M.

1 He leadeth me ! Oh blessed thought ! Oh words with heavenly comfort

fraught ! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's baud that leadeth me.

Eef. — He leadeth me, he leadeth me,

By bis own band he leadeth me ; His faithful follower I would be. For by his hand be leadeth me.

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. Nor ever murmur nor repine. Content, whatever lot I see.

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

4 And when my task on earth is done. When by thy grace the victory's won. E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

PORTUGUESE HYMN,

How firm a foundation, ye saints of

the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent

word ! What more can he say than to you he

hath said — To you who for refuge to Jesus have

fled?

"When through the deep waters I call thee to go.

The rivers of sorrow shall not over- flow;

For I will be with thee thy trials to bless,

And sanctify to thee thy deepest dis- tress.

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" When through fiery trials thy path- way shall lie.

My grace, all-suflicient, shall be thy supply ;

The flame shall not hurt thee : I only design

Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

" E'en down to old ago all my peopl«

shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable

love; And then, when gray hairs shall their

temples adorn. Like lambs they shall still in my bosom

be borne.

" The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose

I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should en- deavor to shake,

I'll never, no, never — no, never — for- sake."

Geo. Keith.

182

ARCADIA. C. M.

Oh, where are kings and empires now Of old that went and came ?

But, Lord, thy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same.

We mark her goodly battlements And her foundations strong ;

We hear within the solemn voice Of her unending song.

For not like kingdoms of the world

Thy holy Church, O God ! Though earthquake shocks are threat- ening her

And tempests are abroad, "

Unshaken as eternal hills,

Immovable she stands — A mountain that shall fill the earth,

A house not made by hands.

A. C. Coxe.

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Jesus is mine; Thine was the sovereign grace,

Praise shall be thine. Spirit of holiness. Sealing the Father's grace Thou mad'st my soul embrace,

Jesus is mine.

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1 Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come !

2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, [spot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each O Lamb of God, I come, I come !

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Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt. Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come ! Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind. Sight, riches, healing of the mind — Yea, all I need — in thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come, I come ! Just as I am thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come !

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1 Welcome, welcome, dear Eedeeiuer !

Welcome to this heart of miue; Lord, I make a full surrender,

Every power and thought be thine ;

Thine entirely. Through eternal ages thine.

2 Known to all to be thy mansion,

Earth and hell will disappear, Or in vain attempt possession When they find the Lord is near.

Shout, O Zion ! Shout, ye saints ! the Lord is here. W. Mason.

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1 Oh, what, if we are Christ's,

Is eai-thly shame or loss ? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once.

Bitter the cup of woe, [blood,

When martyred saints, baptized in Christ's sufferings shared below.

3 Bright is their glory now,

Boundless their joy above. Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love.

4 Lord, may that grace be ours —

Like them, in faith, to bear All that of sorrow, grief or pain May be our portion here.

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1 God bless our native land ! Firm may she ever stand

Through storm and night. When the wild tempests rave. Ruler of winds and wave. Do thou our country save

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On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh. Guardian with watchful eye. To thee aloud we cry,

" God save the State !"

3 Our fathers' God, to thee, Author of liberty. To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King !

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1 Great God of nations, now to thee

Our hymn of gratitude we raise ; With humble hearts and bending knee We offer thee our song of praise.

2 Thy name we bless, almighty God,

For all the kindness thou hast shown To this fair land the pilgrims trod — This land we fondly call our own.

3 Here Freedom spreads her banner wide,

And casts her soft and hallowed ray ;

Here thou our fathers' steps did guide

In safety thro' their dangerous way.

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1 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven ;

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Alleluia! Alleluia! Pi-aise the everlasting King.

2 Praise him for his grace and favor

To our fathers in distress ; Praise him still the same as ever. Slow to chide and swift to bless.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Glorious in his faithfulness.

3 Father-like, he tends and spares us :

Well our feeble frame he knows; In liis hands he gently bears us, Eescues us from all our foes.

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Widely yet his mercy flows.

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Ye behold him face to face ; Saints, triumphant bow before him, Gathered in from every race.

Alleluia ! Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace.

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Tender is his tone. None but he shall guide us ;

We are his alone.

3 Jesus is our Shepherd :

Guided by his arm. Safely we may follow ;

None can do us harm. When we tread death's valley,

Dark with fearful gloom, We will fear no evil,

Victors o'er the tomb.

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Oh, I am so Happy in Jesus!

Arthur T. Pierson.

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4 Oh, I am so happy in Jesus ! How sweet to win others to him !

Lord, let not my lamj) burn in secret ; Oh, let not the shining be dim.

5 Oh, I am so happy in Jesus ! If earth in his love is so blest,

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Oh, how I Love Jesus!

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Whom have I in Heaven.

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The Great Physician.

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Jesus, my Saviour, All in All.

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We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our distant home discerning;

Our absent Lord has left us word : Let every lamp be burning.

Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing ;

That perfect rest naught can molest Where golden harps are ringing.

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4 Buried with thee, we rise again in power ; Thou for our sins for ever didst atone ; Till at the last we hear thy joyful summons : " Come, rest for ever in thy Father's home." — Eep.

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C. F. LiNDiG. (From the German.)

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We shall Rest.

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We shall Rest. — Concluded.

2 He will give us strength our vigor to

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shall bear, Ever guarded by his care. — Eef.

3 To a glorious work he calleth us a-

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day; 'Tis the faithful souls that reap the

bright reward At the coming of the Lord. — Eef.

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Beautiful Mansions.

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3 Jesus, I love thee : dwell in my

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see. Yet I am weary : lead me to thee.

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3 There's rest on tlie bosom of Jesus — Yes, life everlasting and blest ; We'll fear not the grave, for our Saviour Will lead us to heavenly rest. — Eef.

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226 Tender Shepherd, thou hast Stilled.

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3 Ah, Lord Jesus ! grant that we

Where it lives may soon be living, And the lovely pastures see

That its heavenly food are giving ; Then the gain of death we prove, Though thou take what most we love.

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1 There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins. And sinners, plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day.

And there have I, as vile as he.

Washed all my sins away.

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Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood.

Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed Church of God

Be saved, to sin no more.

E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing M'ounds supply,

Eedeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.

Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering Lies silent in the grave. [tongue William Cowper.

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4 Highest, purest, sweetest pleasure Shall thy service bring to me ; Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, Bid me come aud rest iu thee. — Ekp.

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2 Asleep in Jesus! Oh how sweet To be for such a slumber meet,

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That death has lost his venomed sting !

3 Asleep in Jesus ! Peaceful rest. Whose waking is supremelj' blest: No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power.

4 Asleep in Jesus! Far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be, But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep.

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And all its tribes were made ! Oh, joy for all its former woes

A thousand fold repaid !

3 Oh, then what raptured greetings

On Canaan's happy shore ! What knitting severed friendships up,

Where partings are no more ! Then eyes with joy shall sparkle

That brimmed with tears of late, Orphans no longer fatherless.

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Jesus, Still Lead On.

Tr. by Jane Borthwick.

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Till our rest be won ; Heavenly Leader, still direct us, Still support, console, protect us.

Till we safely stand

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2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near,

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233 In the Far-Better Land.

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2 Liie the sound of the sea swells their chorus of praise Eound the star-circled crown of the

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Eef. — Hallelujah, etc.

3 Dear Saviour, may we, with our voices so faint. Sing the chorus celestial with angel

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Eef. — Hallelujah, etc.

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-IN THE FAR-BETTER LAND.

1 Ck)me, children, and join in our festival

song,

And hail the sweet joys which this day brings along ;

We'll join our glad voices in one song of praise

To God, who has kept us and length- ened our days.

Eefrain. — Hallelujah to the Lamb, hal- lelujah to the Lamb, Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle- lujah! Amen.

2 Our Father in heaven, we lift up to

thee

Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee;

Oh, bless us and guide us, dear Sa- viour, we pray.

That from thy blest precepts we never may stray.

Eef. — Hallelujah, etc.

3 And if, ere this glad year has drawn

to a close, Some loved one among us in death

shall repose. Grant, Lord, that the spirit in heaven

may dwell In the bosom of Jesus, where all shall

be well.

Eef. — Hallelujah, etc.

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Name ever dear to me — When shall my labors have an end In joy and peace and thee?

2 There happier bowers than Eden's

bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know ; Blest seats, through rude and stormy

scenes, I onward press to you.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe,

Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.

4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there

Around my Saviour stand, And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.

5 Jerusalem, my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end When I thy joys shall see.

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3 Beautiful crowns on every brow. Beautiful palms the conquerors show; Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, Beautiful all who enter there !

Thither I press with eager feet ; There shall my rest be long and sweet. — Eef.

Beautiful throne for Christ our King, Beautiful songs the angels sing. Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease, Beautiful home of perfect peace ! There shall my eyes the Saviour see; Haste to this heavenly home with me. — Kef.

237 There is a Land of Pure Delight.

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3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dressed in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between, — Eef.

4 Ob, could we make our doubts remove —

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Hark, Hark, my Soul!

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Hark, Hark, my Soul! — Concluded.

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them

singing : "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come ;" And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home. — Eef.

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening

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and sea, And laden souls, by thousands meekly

stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary

steps to thee. — Eef.

4 Eest comes at length : though life be

long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome

night be past ; All journeys end in welcomes to the

weary. And heaven, the heart's true home,

will come at last. — Eef.

5 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches

keeping — Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above — Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping. And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. — Eef.

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Angel Voices.

Francis Pott.

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1 Sun of my Soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near : Oh may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

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May we ever Eeigu with Christ in endless day !

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9 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the j days of my | life , || 10 And i will dwell in the house of the j Lord for j ever. || A- | men.

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6 The sun .shall not smite thee by day, nor the | moon by | night.

7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil : he shall pre- 1 serve thy | soul.

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1 God of my life, thy | boundless | grace Chose, pardoned and a- | dopted |

me; My Eest, my Home, my | Dwelling- | place, Father, I | come to | thee.

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DOXOLOGIES.

1 L. M.

Pkaise God, from whom all blessings

flow; Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Sou and Holy Ghost.

2 C, M.

To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, One God whom we adore,

Be glory as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

3 S. M.

Ye angels round the throne, And saints that dwell below.

Worship the Father, praise the Son, And bless the Spirit too.

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Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One, Praise and glory be to thee Now and through eternity.

7s & 6s.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost,

One God whom we adore. Join we with the heavenly host

To praise thee evermore ; Live, by heaven and earth adored.

Three in One and One in Three, Holy, holy, holy Lord !

All glory be to thee.

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Praise the Father, earth and heaven;

Praise the Son, the Spirit praise ; As it was, and is, be given

Glory through eternal days.

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Great Jehovah ! we adore thee, God the Father, God the Son,

God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne ;

Endless praises To Jehovah, Three in One.

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INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

Adoration, Praise, Thanksgiving, 1-40, 104, 106, 110, 112, 171, 199, 239.

Trust and Confidence, 41-6G, 86, 116, 153, 155, 181, 209.

Jesus Christ : His Advent, Life, Death, Eesurrection and Coming, 67-89, 193,

202, 243. Jesus the King, 2, 3, 7, 8, 12, 21, 30, 70, 75, 78, 146, 173. Jesus the Saviour, 4, 9, 10, 11, 13, 23, 26, 31, 33, 35, 44-87, 151, 156, 177, 191, 206,

227. Jesus the Shepherd and Friend, 19, 27, 40, 50, 58, 107, 136, 164, 169, 179, 180,

183, 194, 200, 204. The Holy Spirit, 37, 88, 131, 162, 163, 172, 174. The Trinity Adored, 37, 112, 168. The Gospel Oall, 41, 52, 90-109, 148, 150, 196. Accepting the Call and Eesting in Christ, 147-164, 168, 183, 184, 185, 190,

210, 211, 213, 214, 221, 225, 228. Penitence, 62, 63, 64, 80, 81, 82, 85, 90, 93, 117, 149, 154, 174, 201, 211. Prayer, 57, 160, 166, 172. The Christian Life : Conflict, Work and Growth, 46, 47, 53, 54, 59, 60, 61, 66, 84,

105, 111-138, 157-215, 223, 232. The Church : Its Progress and Triumph, 6, 16, 32, 34, 68, 76, 124, 138-146, 182. The Lord's Day, 38, 42, 222. The Bible, 52, 167, 205. Morning and Evening, 195, 244-249. New Year, 147, 234. Our Country, 187, 188, 189, 220. Death of a Child, 226.

The Heavenly Eest, 33, 48, 51, 208, 216-24^. Close of Worship, 247. Chants, 251-257.

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INDEX.

Titles in Small Gaps. First Lines in Boman.

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A charge to keep I have 137

A crowu of glory bright 51

Abide with me 245

All hail, blessed morning 86

All hail the power 7

All glory to Jesus be given 43

Am I a soldier of the cross 54

Augel voices ever singing 239

Art thou weary 96

Around the Saviour's lofty throne... 8

Around the throne of God 33

Asleep in Jesus ! Blessed sleep 229

At the door 93

Awake and sing 16

Awake, my soul 128

Beautiful morning star 71

Beautiful mansions 224

Beautiful Ziou, built above 236

Begone, unbelief 59

Beulah-land 203

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus 228

Blest Comforter divine 162

Bright dawns the day 114

Bringing in the sheaves 113

Calling, calling! 101

Cheerfully give 144

Child of sin and sorrow 98

Children of the heavenly King 132

Christ in the vessel 59

Christ my Lord 19

Close to thee 49

Come, every soul by sin oppressed... 99

Come, children, and join 234

Come, come to .Tesus 97

Come, let us all unite to sing 104

Come, let us join 13

Come, sinner, come 103

HYMH

Come, sound his praise abroad 24

Come, shout aloud 106

Come, thou almighty King 37

Come, thou long-expected Jesus 67

Come to Jesus 109

Come to Jesus now 92

Come unto me 94

Come, ye children 196

Come, ye faithful 89

Come, ye thankful people 220

Crown him with many crowns 173

Do not faint when tribulation 46

Do no sinful action 178

E.

Each day to live for Jesus 125

Endless praises, endless praises 30

Enter in 161

Entire consecration 212

Enthroned on high 88

IT".

Fading, still fading 246

Far out on the desolate billow 50

Father of mercies, in thy word 167

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 160

Fear not! God is thy shield 116

Floating through the sunlight 94

Forth to the fight 122

From all that dwell below the skies. 34 From every stormy wind that blows. 57 From Greenland's icy mountains 141

G-.

Grather them in, for there yet is room. 124

Gentle Jesus, Saviour mild 154

Give your heart to Jesus 100

Give! 'tis the Saviour's precept 143

Glory and praise and honor 2

Glory to our King 30

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INDEX.

HYMN

Glory to God on high 39

Glory to the Father give 112

Go and tell Jesus 41

Go bear the joyful tidings 140

Go labor on; spend and be spent 130

God eternal, Lord of all 25

God bless our native land! 187

God is love 104

God is my strong salvation 45

God loved the world of sinners 199

God of eternal truth 12

God of my life 258

Golden harps are sounding 3

Grace! 'tis a charming sound 56

Gracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd... 58

Gracious Spirit, Love divine 163

Great God of nations, now to thee... 188

H.

Hail, my ever-blessed Jesus 23

Hail to the Lord's Anointed 68

Happy are we, God's own little flock. 145

Hallelujah, praise the Lord 18

Hark ! from the mansions of glory.. 9

Hark, hark, my soul 238

Hark! the herald angels sing 70

Hark ! the voice of love and mercy. 83

Hark! the temperance bells are 133

Hark! the notes of angels 11

Hark! ten thousand harps and 21

Hark ! what mean those holy voices. 69

Hear the Master say 121

Heleadethme! Oh, blessed 180

He that goeth forth with weeping... 131

Holy, Holy, Holy 14

Holy Father, hear my cry 168

How firm a foundation 181

How gentle God's commands 170

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. 27

I am coming to the cross 64

I bless the Christ of God 28

I could not do without thee 53

I heard the voice of Jesus say 214

I lay my sins on Jesus 81

I love to hear the story 176

I love to tell the story 175

I'm a pilgrim 48

In heavenly love abiding 66

In the cross of Christ I glory 84

In the far-better laud 233

In the green pastures of thy love.... 221

Is THEKE ONE FOR ME 216

I think, when I read that sweet 77

I've been redeemed 190

I've reached the land of corn and... 203

HYMN

I was a wandering sheep 152

I will lift up mine eyes 255

Jerusalem, my happy home 235

Jerusalem the golden 240

Jesus, all-atoning Lamb 159

Jesus' arm sustains thee 110

Jesus, I come to thee 211

Jesus, immortal King, arise , 146

Jesus is mighty to save 43

Jesus is all in all to me 213

Jesus is calling 91

Jesus is our Shepherd 204

Jesus is our loving Saviour 151

Jesus is tenderly calling 91

Jesus, Lover of my soul 156

Jesus, my Saviour, all in all 213

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun... 29

Jesus, still lead on 232

Jesus, tender Saviour 44

Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend... 207

Jesus the water of life will give 148

Joy to the world 78

Just as I am 184

Lead, kindly light 158

Let us work for God 223

Lord, dismiss us 250

Lord, do not leave me 108

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing. 174

Lord of the vast creation 32

Lord, thy glory fills the heaven 20

Lord, we would ask this holy day... 222

Love at home 197

Love divine, all love excelling 105

Mansions are prepared above 216

March on, child of God 114

More love to thee, O Christ 63

My days are gliding swiftly by 218

My faith looks up to thee 153 _

My Saviour stands waiting 93 '

My soul, be on thy guard 129

My soul, repeat his praise 36

Must Jesus bear the cross alone 165

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Nearer, my God, to thee 65

Never alone 50

Nevermore be sad or weary 241

No mortal eye that land hath seen.. 231

No, not despairingly 62

No one can tell when the Saviour... 243

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INDEX.

HYMN

No other name but thine 4

Not all the blood of beasts 87

Now I have found a friend 183

Now the day is over 248

Now the sowing and the weeping.... 118

O.

O day of rest and gladness

O give thanks unto the Lord

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul

Oh, come let us sing

Oh, could I speak

Oh, how I LOVE Jesus

Oh, how he loves

Oh, I am so happy in Jesus

Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep.

Oh, what, if we are Christ's

Oh, where are kings and empires....

O Lamb of God, still keep me

One there is above all others

One there is above all others

Only trust him

On the mountain's top appearing

Onward now ! the trumpet call is....

Onward, Christian soldiers ,

O Paradise ! O Paradise

O sacred Head, now wounded

O thou that hearest prayer

O thou unseen but present Christ...

Out amid the waves of ocean

Our Father who art in heaven

O word of God incarnate ■

42 254

22 251

31 207 200 206

47 186 182 201

40 200

99 139 111 123 242

80 172

19

61 253 205

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven.

Praise to the Trinity

Praise to thee, thou great Creator...

Press forward and fear not

Press toward the mark

E,.

Eest a "while

Eest in thee

Eing out the word

Eock of ages, cleft for me.

Salvation! oh, the joyful sound. Saviour, again to thy dear name.

Saviour, blessed Saviour

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us. Saviour, teach me day by day....

Shout the glad tidings

Sing aloud, sing aloud

Sing them over again to me

Softly, sweetly, through the air.

Sowing in the morning

Stand up, stand up for Jesus

Standing at the portal of the

189 112 5 115 119

221 228 119 177

55

247

10

164

157

6

17

52

73

113

120

147

HYMN

Suffer little children 150

Summer suns are glowing 155

Sun of my soul 249

Sweet hour of prayer 166

Sweet the moments 215

O?.

Take me, O my Father 117

Take my life, and let it be 212

Temperance bells 133

Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled.. 226 Ten thousand times ten thousand.... 230

The better land 219

The children's Saviour 151

The day is past and over 244

The gospel call 95

The great Physician now is near 210

The holy day of rest 222

The land beyond the river 231

The lambs of the flock 194

The Lord is in his holy temple 16

The Lord is my shepherd 252

The Lord my shepherd is 136

The Man of sorrows 82

The morning light is breaking 142

The morning bright 195

The people that in darkness sat 79

The Eock that is higher 47

The sands of time are wasting 208

The Son of God goes forth to war.... 198

The sweetest name 191

The Spirit and the bride say 95

The sweet story of old 77

The water of life 148

The wondrous Stranger 101

There is a calm for those who weep. 257 There is a fountain filled with blood. 227

There is a green hill far away 202

There is a laud of pure delight 237

There is beauty all around 197

There is no name so sweet 191

There's rest on the bosom of Jesus.. 225

There was joy in heaven 72

This is not my place of resting 241

This is the day the Lord hath made. 38

Thou art my shepherd 107

Though in darkness! 46

Thou my everlasting portion 49

Thou sweet-gliding Kedron 193

Thy will be done 256

'Tis I, BE not afraid 60

To-day the Saviour calls 102

To God be the gloiy 15

Tossed with rough winds 60

Troyte's Chant 257

Trusting, Lord, in thee 64

Voice of love.

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92

191

INDEX.

~Vr. HYMN

Weary of wandering from my 90

We praise thee, O God 35

Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer.. 185

We march, we march to victory 192

We plough the fields and scatter 138

We're the lambsof the flock 194

We shall rest 223

What a friend we have in Jesus 169

What did our Lord and Savioui* say. 150

When he shall appear 243

When, his salvation bringing 75

When I can read my title clear 217

When I survey the wondrous cross.. 85

When morning gilds the skies 171

When to those who sin and suffer.... 82

Whither, pilgrims, are you going.... 219

Who hath sorrow ? Who hath woe?. 126

Whom have I in heaven above 290

HYMN

Why shouldst thou longer knock 161

With broken heart and contrite 149

Wonderful night 74

Wonderful words of life 52

Work, for the night is coming 134

Worthy the Lamb 9

Would you be a Christian child? 100

Wondrous love 199

Y.

Ye angels who stand round the 26

Ye servants of the Lord 135

Ye servants of God 1

Yes, for me, for me he careth 179

Yield not to the tempter 127

Z.

ZiON, THY King behold 12

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